"Master, I really didn't expect that Xiang Tianqi would be able to develop to this extent in such a short period of time." Chu Zheng glanced at the security guards who were patrolling back and forth in front of the hotel, and there was no doubt that these people had at least a pistol hidden on them.

Su Mohan lit a cigarette and said: "Xiang Tianqi's methods have always been good, but it was because his sister had never allowed him to get involved in the underworld, since Xiang Tianlai was imprisoned, he let go of his hands and feet, and it is not surprising that he has today's status." ”

Chu Zheng nodded, and also called some people over to be on guard: "But since today is Xiang Tianlai's funeral, it is not surprising that he will be heavily guarded." ”

"This hotel should be a stronghold in Xiang Tianqi's hands, and when his sister died, all these people under him naturally had to attend." Su Mohan opened his mouth lightly, and the cigarette in his hand was exceptionally bright in some dim weather.

After a while, a familiar car stopped in front of the hotel, and Su Mohan recognized that it was the driver and car he had prepared for Concubine Ye.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Concubine Ye, who was wearing a black windbreaker, hurriedly got out of the car, said a few words to the driver, and then ran into the hotel in the light rain.

After Concubine Ye walked into the hotel, the whole person was like a dream.

A large row of chrysanthemum wreaths piled on both sides of the hotel let her know that this was not a joke, Concubine Ye stopped, a white and yellow chrysanthemum staggered wreath was woven with two eulogies pasted on it, and the name of Xiang Tianlai was clearly written on the white paper and black letters.

Concubine Ye looked up and looked around, it seemed that because it was still early, the preparations had not yet been completed, and there were men in busy suits and leather shoes everywhere, with white flowers on their chests, which made people feel inexplicably sad.

Concubine Ye took a few steps forward, and the entire lobby on the first floor seemed to be contracted to handle Alai's funeral, and there was a black and white photo of Alai on the huge table set up at the front, and there were many offerings in front of the photo, and there were three incense sticks in the incense burner, which did not burn to the end.

Concubine Ye walked towards the spiritual platform step by step, but she still couldn't believe it, didn't she meet Alai just a few days ago? How did it become Alai's funeral in the past few days?

Could it be that Alai was shot early? Who are the people you saw in the first few **** years?

The woman in the photo smiled lightly, faded the dark and heavy smoky makeup, just like the one in Concubine Ye's memory, Concubine Ye took out the phone and dialed Xiang Tianqi several times in a row, until the third time the opposite side was finally connected.

"Xiang Tianqi, what the hell is going on? What about Alai... Isn't Alai just released from prison, how can she die when she is so good? Concubine Ye spoke anxiously.

"You're at the hotel?" Xiang Tianqi's voice was a little hoarse, with a touch of exhaustion.

"Well, here I am."

"I'll go over here." Xiang Tianqi hung up the phone.

Concubine Ye had to wait patiently, until a few minutes later, Xiang Tianqi, who was dressed in a black suit, walked over, the beard on his face was like the first time Concubine Ye saw him, but compared to that time, there were a few more vicissitudes of life.

Concubine Ye looked at his red eyes, and her hands began to tremble a little, because after seeing Xiang Tianqi, she understood that Ah Lai must have really had an accident.

"Xiang Tianqi, where is Alai? How could Alai die......"

Xiang Tianqi looked at Concubine Ye, who looked excited, and said softly: "A few days ago, the person you saw was not Alai at all. ”